The load booming voice was immediately followed by a now ironically familiar voice. Papyrus walked through the archway to the living room where I was talking to Frisk about how they got me here. Frisk refrained from saying anything so I guessed it was physically taxing and dropped the question.
"Hello there player!" Papyrus said.
"Hello Papyrus," I said. He looked shocked for a second and the shrugged it off.
"Frisk said you knew a bit about me," Papyrus said. He slumped a bit in his posture. "However I don't know you." Papyrus looked at me as if he was studying me.
"You're right you don't me," I said getting up.
"Well I have a question for you," Papyrus said.
"Go on"
"Do you like spaghetti?" Papyrus asked with me now noticing the plate of spaghetti with a piece of garlic bread.
"Yes I do," I say now giggling a bit. Why was I expecting such a serious question? Why was I expecting him to be mad at me like my mom or dad, boss, co-workers, and/or friends? Why did I expect him to be as awful as my so called best friend who told my parents about how I was unholy? Why... Why... WHY?!
The room began to spin as I started to over think. My thoughts began to swirl around my head and I immediately plopped myself on the couch trying to calm down. What was I thinking?! Why was I thinking of him like my shitty parents!? Frisk tried to touch me but I flinched away. What was I doing.
Then the water works started flowing. I probably looked stupid crying over nothing. I could hear Frisk and Papyrus trying to talk to me but I couldn't hear them. Then, Frisk got up and placed a blanket on my back.
I started to calm down and looked at Frisk. They had their arms out ready for a hug. I just leaned into them for support not looking in their face. Papyrus just had a look of worry on his face.
"Papyrus it's okay," Frisk said to him in a comforting tone, "they've been through a lot"
Papyrus held a silent thumbs up and headed back into the kitchen. Coming back out with a bag of frozen pizzas.
Frisk nodded and Papyrus disappeared into the kitchen.
"Hey player?," I looked at Frisk's face. "Remember when you helped me through the underground to reach the good ending?" I nodded. "Let me return the favor now." I nodded again now feeling that kind of numbness you get after a good cry. Frisk turned on the TV and flipped over to FUN-imation (bah dun shukah) and flipped over to an anime.
A bit later sans shortcuted in letting us know he was going to bed and heading to his therapy appointment in the morning. "Thank God he has a therapist now!" I thought as headed upstairs. He really needs one.
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A Pacifist Player's Promise
FanfictionThat Player... that one player that stopped after one true pacifist route. The monsters of the Underground live on the surface and the player's vessel, Frisk, lives free now. However, there is still one person that needs saving. After chapter 10 th...